#dr Robby BREAKDOWN TIME

[secretegret]

TBIS IS WHAT IVE BEEN WAITING FOOOOR.

THIISSSSS

DR ROBBY BREAKDOWN

[xximperioxx]

Peace

Dr. Michael “Robby” Robinavitch x fem!reader

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: spoilers?, depression, anxiety , swearing, pregnancy mention, suicidal tendencies,

Notes: not beta read (thats too scary for me) I literally wrote this at 3 in the morning and I just want to give this man a hug. Obviously inspired by Peace by Taylor Swift.

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You didn’t need to ask where Robby, your attending, was. You already know he slipped to the roof before anyone could see him. Hiding your “secret” relationship has never been harder than today. There was nothing more you wanted than to be able to hold and support him as you saw him cry and breakdown. People who were close to you knew of your relationship but neither of you acted upon it in public. More specifically at work.

You find him looking down at the city below him.

“If you jump, I’ll find a way to save you and then kill you myself.”

He turns his head to see you. He sighs, “Don’t.”

You sit yourself into the railing and swing your legs over, your arms balancing you as you look out at the lights of the city.

“I came here to be alone.” He mumbled.

You glance at him, “Well, I came here to be with you.” He sighs.

The two of you sit in silence for a while. Robby finds himself taking a step closer to the edge, looking down. He could never jump off but the thought is always there. It’s lingering as if taunting him that he could finally catch a break. He continues to blink away tears.

You finally speak up, “I am so proud of you.”

Robby scoffs and looks away. You slide off the railing, now leaning against it.

“I’m serious, Michael.” He looks at you when he hears his first name. “You are the strongest person I know.”

Your heart breaks when you hear him sniffle. You had been by his side for the majority of his breakdowns but this was the one the worst you’ve seen. Normally you had been in either your or his apartment when he needed you to calm you down. Since Adamson’s death the breakdowns had been frequent.

He stifles out a sob, “I-I broke and-and I shut down.”

You reach for him, guiding him to lean against the railing with you, “Michael. You’re allowed to be vulnerable at work. It’s not you being weak.”

“People n-needed me and I let them down.” He quickly wipes his tears away.

“If you ask anyone down there, they would all tell you the same thing. You are the glue that keeps us together as a team. You reach out and intertwine your hands.

“You’re our rock,” you pause, “And rocks will break down and wear away because of what comes their way but regardless, they are always strong.”

Robby lets his body droop and his head falls into your chest while shaking, trying to stop his tears. He leans his ear against your chest to focus on your heartbeat. You don’t realize you’re crying until you notice the specks of tears splattered on your glasses which are foggy from condensation.

You lean your head against his. You hold him in silence. The both of you occasionally sniffled, finally beginning to calm down.

“I will continue to love you even if you’re a pebble.”

“Stop comparing me to a rock.” His voice muffled from your chest.

You let out a small laugh. He slowly pulls away from you. The two of you stare at each other, taking in tired and bloodshot eyes. You softly wipe his tears away. Your hands linger on his face, gently holding it. He reaches up and puts his hand on yours.

Robby’s voice cracks, “W-What if I can never give you peace? The peace that comes with life you want with me,” he pauses. Pressing his lips together hoping to prevent himself from crying again, “I-I don’t know if I could ever give that to you.”

You shake your head trying to ignore what he was saying. You had discussed it–both of your hopes and dreams. A family, a house, a wedding. A future together.

You wanted to laugh and tell him it was too late for that. To kiss him and tell him the news but you knew the time wasn’t right. Your future already future growing inside of you.

“I will be by your side no matter what. Even if you decide you don’t want to do this,” you gesture to the hospital, “anymore. I’m not going anywhere.”

He blinks away more tears. “I love you.” He brings your hand to his lips and places a light kiss on it.

You reach up and give him a soft kiss. The kiss was salty but neither of you minded. “In every lifetime. It’s you and me. Forever.”

Neither of you hear Abbot approach you until he clears his throat. “You guys could have waited until you were off the clock.”

You pull away from your boyfriend with a roll of your eyes.

“You always gotta complain about something, Jack.” You joke.

Robby lets out a sad laugh before he turns away looking back at the city. Abbot gives you a look, silently asking if he can help. You give him a nod.

You give Robby’s hand a squeeze. “I’ll meet you downstairs, ok?” He nods.

Ducking under the railing, you walk up to Abbot and place your hand on his shoulder, “Let me know if you guys need me.” He nods.

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You find yourself walking ahead of the two attendings, letting them talk amongst themselves. You knew that if anyone knew what Robby was going through it would be Abbot.

The voices and laughs of your coworkers catch your attention as you walk into the park. You see Donnie and Princess with a large cooler sitting at the benches. “Well well well, look what we have here,”

The two of them raised their beers in greeting you. You sit down on the bench with a tired sigh, waiting for Abbot and Robby.

Donnie holds up a beer, offering you one. “You want one?” You shake your head no in response.

Your boyfriend drops his backpack on the ground as Abbot takes a seat with a groan.

Donnie grabs two beers, tossing one to Robby and Abbot. Robby catches his with ease, cracking it open before squeezing down next in your bench space.

Abbot fails to catch his beer. He bends down to pick it up. “Nice catch,” Robby jokes at the same time you say, “That was sad,” with a laugh. Abbot reaches over and gives a whack to the back of your head.

“To the Pitt crew,” Donnie raises his drink.

“To the people we saved,” Princess added.

“And the ones we couldn’t.” Abbot concludes. You feel Robby put his hand on your thigh. You hide your surprise. You give him a smile and a gentle squeeze.

“Here, here.” The group of you toast.

Robby takes a few sips of his now almost empty beer. He gestures to you, offering a drink. You shake your head. He looks at you with concern and you give him a reassuring look, mumbling something about not feeling too well and it’s probably just a headache.

Mateo, Mohan, and Javadi greet the group with smiles and Donnie hands out more beers. You rest your eyes as the group makes small talk.

Robby’s sudden laugh jolts you. You give him a nudge and he looks at you with a sorry grin. He rubs a hand over his face still laughing.

“What’s so funny?” Mohan questions as her and Javadi look at each other concerned.

Robby sits up, “I just realized it’s your first shift.”

The intern nods.

“I’m so sorry it was a shit first day.” You feel bad for the girl. Javadi gives you a meek smile.

“I’m not,” Abbot interjects, “That was baptism by fire, baby.” He lifts his drink up.

“I can pretty much guarantee you the next one will be easier.” Robby tries to be reassuring.

You nod in agreement before speaking up, “I promise you it’s not always as bad as today was.”

“I really fucking hope so.” She jokes but you can tell she means it.

Before anyone could say anything, sirens echoed through the park. Your anxiety spikes and the group all turns to see what’s happening. Robby tenses up at the sounds and stands up. He knew he couldn’t stay longer. He looks down at you. “Well, I’m going to call it a night. Please, everyone get some rest. Tomorrow is a new day.”

You stand up with him, “I'm gonna head out too,” you give everyone a smile, “Have a good night everyone.”

A bunch of good nights and smiles were given in return.

“I’ll walk you home,” Robby says in front of the group to you. You nod knowing you’re probably just going to his place. He grabs one more beer for the walk.

The two of you began walking to his place. Robby reaches for your hand as you walk into the night. The two of you enjoy the silence, listening to the sounds of the city.

As the two of you reach the end of the park, Robby speaks up, “You sure you’re feeling ok?”

You look up at him with a raised eyebrow, “You’re asking me that?” He rolls his eyes at you.

“Normally you have a beer or two at the end of the night.”

Your feet come to a stop and Robby looks at you. He has a concerned look and you debate on just letting it out.

“Is it a bad time to say I’m pregnant?” You blurt out with a nervous laugh looking up at him.

His eyes widen. You begin to panic, blabbing out apologies.

He cuts you off, “Are you serious? Like you’re not joking right now?”

You shake your head and continue to babble, “I’ve known for a few weeks now. I’m about 11 weeks I think. I-I just didn’t know when to tell you.”

For the second time that night, Robby drops his backpack. With the biggest grin, he lifts you off your feet causing you to squeal in surprise.

He lets you back down before cupping your face and giving you a heated kiss. You hold onto him as you kiss back him immediately.

You smile into the kiss before pulling away, sudden tears filling your eyes. “I love you so much.”

He kisses your tears away, before looking down at your stomach. He gently places his hand on it and smiles. “I love you too.”

You lean up and give him another kiss, “I don’t need peace, I just need you.”

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“They’re totally together, right?” Princess asks the group but it’s pointed at Abbot.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Abbot says with a smirk before taking a sip of his beer.

[science-hoes]

Kaleidoscope

Dr. Jack Abbot x Reader

Warnings: suicidal ideation

A/N: Welcome to my first Jack Abbot fic! It’s not super long, but boy he is a cutie. I can’t wait to write some more for him 🥺

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Dr. Jack Abbot gave Michaelangelo’s sculptures a run for their money when it came to stone cold emotions. He never smiled, never laughed. No reason to, in his opinion. Perlah claimed to have seen him crack a smirk one time when a med student spilled their energy smoothie in Dr. Robby’s lap. But nobody believed her.

When he was younger, before his deployment tours, he laughed all the time. He was a class clown, according to all of his elementary and high school teachers. But the light in Jack Abbot died with every gunshot wound, every amputated limb, every final breath. And it didn’t improve when he came to the States.

He flirted with the roof of the hospital quite often. Never planning to jump, but also never certain that he wanted to go back down the safe way either. He knew many of his former troop mates chose to follow through with it, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Maybe because he knew the pain it would cause, and that seemed like it would be an inconvenience to everyone around him.

One day after a grueling night shift filled with death and pain, he stood at the ledge of the hospital’s roof again. His toes hung over the concrete. Just enough thrill to numb the existential dead. And he heard the door to the roof open.

Michael fucking Robinavitch. He thought to himself.

His friend and colleague always managed to find him during times like these, always talking him back to the safe side of the guard rail. But he didn’t hear any lecture coming from behind him. No sarcastic jokes. Instead, he heard crying.

Jack turned around and saw you on your knees, hands in your lap, and hunched over sobbing. The soldier in him took over, and he hopped over the guard rail to run to your side in concern that you might have been attacked or injured.

When you heard his footsteps, you froze in panic. You didn’t see him when you came outside.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt?” Jack asked, kneeling down to your level.

You stared at your senior attending with red, puffy eyes. The sniffling continued, but your embarrassment managed to curb your tears. “No, sir. I’m okay.” You said, wiping away any watery evidence from your cheeks.

Jack stared at you, like he couldn’t figure out any other reason why you would cry if you were physically okay. “Then why are you up here?” The slight annoyance in his voice signaled that maybe you had interrupted his own privacy on the roof.

You shrugged, shaking your head as the tears welled up again. “I just don’t know how to do it.” You whispered. “How can I go home and sleep when I just watched three people die? I watched a toddler die because she snuck into the neighbor’s pool.” And the sobs came back like a tidal wave.

Jack sighed heavily, looking around as if there might be someone else to handle your breakdown instead of him. He pulled his lips in a tight line, coming to terms that you were his problem. “Listen, kid. You’ve gotta bag up the feelings and shove ‘em in the closet. That’s the only way to be a doctor.” He lectured like he had given the speech to every single intern who walked through the doors of the Pitt. Which he had. “The more you do that, the more you’ll be able to dissociate.”

You looked up to him, vision blurred from the tears, disgusted. “What? Just so I can end up like a heartless prick like you?” You hissed, not caring if he had been your boss for the last 12 hours. Your shift was technically over anyway.

And that’s when it happened. Jack Abbot smiled. He grinned, showing off the picture-perfect smile that nobody downstairs had ever seen. Not even old timers like Robby or Dana. And then he laughed. If the circumstances hadn’t been different, it would have been a laugh that you daydreamed of hearing again. But he was laughing in your face as you cried about the loss of several patients that night.

“Are you fucking laughing at me?” You asked, wanting to slap that charming smile off his face.

Jack’s shoulders shook with more laughter at your words, and he hunched over from the contractions in his diaphragm. You were ready to stand up and leave him on the roof alone, keeled over like a hyena. But when he looked up again, his eyes matched yours with sorrow and tears. Despite his laughter, he was breaking.

Your brows furrowed at the confusing sight in front of you, but the empathy in your heart ordered your hands to grab his, holding them tightly. Whether it was for your sake or his, you didn’t know.

Jack pulled your hands close to his chest, and his laughs turned to gasps for air. His face scrunched as he tried to fight back whatever dam was crumbling inside of him. Within 30 seconds, you had seen more emotion than anyone in the Pitt had ever seen during his career there. You reached a hand to caress his jaw and tilt his head up to look at you.

When he opened his eyes, you were met with a kaleidoscope of colors. The rising sun refracted brown, blue, and green from his hazel eyes, and you knew in that moment that no artist could ever replicate the beauty staring straight back at you. Despite the reddening in his sclera that matched yours, you were awestruck.

Jack raised a calloused hand to grasp the forearm that supported his head, and he leaned into your hold. You both stayed that way for a long time, with you gently stroking a thumb on his cheek and him holding onto you like it was his only tether to reality. The labored breaths eventually returned to normal rhythm. The tears stopped flowing.

After what felt like hours, he finally spoke. “You’re a good doctor.”

You tilted your head at the unexpected praise. “What do-“

“I’ve watched you the last few days. You have a personal touch that most ER docs don’t have. It’s different.” He mused.

Jack Abbot didn’t just toss around compliments. Hell, he never said anything nice. Not even to his pediatric patients. You traced your fingers from his stubbled jaw to the silver laced curls of his scalp, running through them gently. He nearly fell forward into your arms at the contact, but he only let his head tilt down.

“I guess you aren’t really a prick.” You said.

Jack smiled again and chuckled. You wanted to hold onto that image forever. “No, I am a prick.” He countered.

You giggled at his confession. Without much thought, you wrapped your arms around his chest and rested your head on his shoulder. Jack froze, his brain unable to process the embrace. But eventually, one hand came to rest on the small of your back and the other to the back of your head, fingers weaving through your hair. He breathed in your scent of vanilla and sweat from the shift, feeling intoxicated.

When you eventually pulled away to look at him again, Jack finally admired your beauty for the first time in person. The way the sunrise glittered off your eyes, the orange flow giving life to your sleepy features. He curled the hand that cradled your head around to your cheek, and his rough thumb brushed over your lips.

“Are you tired?” He asked quietly, almost a whisper.

Your lips instinctively followed his thumb as it traced your skin. “Yes.”

A moment of silence. “Do you want to sleep with me?”

You could see in his gorgeous, weary eyes that there was no sexual implication. For now, anyway. Only the opening of his soul, pining for a peaceful rest. You finally pressed the tiniest kiss on his thumb. “Yes.” You breathed.

And Jack smiled again.

[mind-empty-just-fictional-people]

Could I please please request a Dr. Robby x younger reader where she’s like a second year and he’s her attending so of course he’s fighting his feelings being older and in charge but she’s a ray of sunshine in the darkness that’s the Pitt and he can’t help but be pulled into her light and want to kiss her?

Piece Of Heaven

main masterlist | the pitt masterlist

SPOILERS! for season one, episode eleven

pairing: dr. michael robinavitch x female reader

rating: R for talk of pitt level violence

word count: 0.7k

warnings: blood/violence, pittfest incident, age gap in relationship

author’s note: thank you for the request, anon. sorry it’s so short <3

The Pitt could be described as Robby’s personal hell, especially on a day like today, the anniversary of the death of his mentor. All day, he’d been putting off a serious anxiety attack because he was simply too busy.

The day started with him having to talk down one of his closest friends off the ledge of the building, and was ending with a disastrous situation at Pittfest. He hadn’t had a moment to himself, he barely had enough time to take a piss. Between losing patients and now the shooting, his day couldn’t get much worse.

But through it all, he had one little piece of heaven he kept close: you. He knew nothing could ever happen between you two—you were his student and he was your attending—but a man could dream, couldn’t he?

He could imagine getting to hold you close when his mind was running wild, he could imagine getting to come home to you after a long day, and he could imagine getting to kiss you. He could picture your smile when he was about to have a breakdown, and he could imagine taking you on dates. And that was all that could get him through his days working in The Pitt.

“Robby,” you pulled him from his thoughts about you. He watched your lips intently as you spoke, “This woman is looking for her son.”

“What’s your son’s name?” Robby asked the woman.

“Randall, he’s only twelve and was shot in the leg,” she said, clearly panicking. 

“Okay, I’ll let you know what I find,” Robby said.

Robby watched as you hurried to help another patient and took a deep breath before going to help someone else. He never let his thoughts about you run too wild, he always focused first on his work. 

Robby remembered the moment he met you, the moment he knew you’d be hard to resist.

You had come to The Pitt nearly two months ago as a second-year med student. You were instantly the life of the party; your laugh was infectious, and your smile lit up a room. Robby was instantly infatuated with you.

He felt awful about having such a crush; he knew you were his student, and nothing could ever happen between you two. He knew that. And yet, deep down, (deep deep down) he longed for it. He longed for your soft touch, he longed for your kisses, he longed for your presence.

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Robby had lost four patients since he last saw you, yet seeing you still had the same effect on him. You flashed him a small, sad smile as if to say, “Hang in there”. And that’s all he could do.

His personal hell could do everything in its power to pull him down to its level. He could lose patients, he could be worried sick about Jake, he could be so stressed he wanted to throw up. None of it could touch you, though. Through it all, you stayed the same; his little piece of heaven.

After losing a fifth patient, he stepped aside to catch his breath for a moment. He nearly ran into you as he walked down the hall to get to the bathroom. You caught him off guard, he wasn’t expecting to be alone for a second today, especially not a second alone with you.

He couldn’t take it one more minute. He grabbed your face and got in close.

“Can I kiss you, please?” he whispered. You responded by kissing him deeply. It was sloppy and needy, a kiss that had you both starving for more affection. But it was enough to tide him over for this shift.

“Thank you,” he mumbled when he pulled away.

“For what?” you asked innocently. You had no idea the weight Robby carried, and you had even less of a clue as to how much of that weight you lifted off of him.

“For everything,” he sighed, a smile finally finding its way onto his lips.

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Day One 

Previous | Next [Series Masterlist] Pairing: Dr. Michael “Robby” Robinavitch x F!SeniorResident!Reader Summary: You arrive to your first day of your fourth year as an Emergency Medicine resident. As you and your fellow fourth-years prepare to guide the new interns, Dr. Robby, the enigmatic and commanding attending physician, delivers his signature no-nonsense orientation speech.

Word Count: 1.4 K Content Warning: Medical procedures, will most likely be medically inaccurate at times, unresolved tension.

The first shift of your fourth year didn’t begin with fanfare. It began with an overripe banana in your navy jacket and three missed alarms. You had made it in with five minutes to spare. The green-and-white badge clipped to your chest felt heavier today. Senior Resident. You adjusted it twice before walking through the double doors of the ER, like the weight of it might suddenly feel natural if you just wore it right.

It didn’t. Not yet.

The Emergency Department was already alive with its usual symphony around you, the dull buzz of fluorescents, overhead calls, distant beeping, and the hum of organized chaos. The moment you walked towards the nurses' station, you were met with a familiar voice.

“Well, look who decided to show up. Fourth year already, huh? Damn. I’m getting old.” Dana stood behind the desk with a cup of lukewarm coffee and a sideways grin. A blonde strand of hair was tucked behind her ear, and her badge swung as she leaned over the counter.

You smiled, grateful for her warmth.

Dana Evans had been here longer than anyone. She loved her team fiercely and fought for them like a lioness, a mix of cool-headed authority and maternal instinct. And she had always looked out for you. Quietly. Unfailingly.

“You’ll do good Sheri,” she added, more softly, her eyes meeting yours. “You always do.”

You nodded, swallowing the knot in your throat. “Thanks, Dana.”

As you looked around the department, the ER started to infiltrate your senses. The ER smelled like coffee, antiseptic, and nervous sweat, which could only mean one thing.

Intern orientation.

You stood just to the side of the hub, clutching your travel mug like a lifeline while Santos balanced a doughnut box in her hand. The buzz of conversation was still light, nurses going back and forth with gossip between sips of lukewarm coffee, and your fellow fourth-years faking the confidence that came with a new badge.

Santos strutted over to you, box in one hand, sass in the other. “Happy Fourth Year to us,” she announced. “Time to abuse power and emotionally scar the interns. I’ve been dreaming of this.”

Whittaker followed a beat later, immediately dropping his stethoscope and fumbling with his badge. “Hi. I’m fine,” he said to no one in particular, crouching to pick them up.

You couldn’t help the small smile. 

Then came Mel, quiet as ever, earbuds still half in, with a pen tucked behind her ear and a notepad already in hand. She offered a little wave and a shy smile before taking stand next to you.

Together, the four of you made up the new senior class. Three years of trenches, trauma codes, midnight breakdowns, and vending machine dinners had formed a bond that was messy but strong. You knew their rhythms now, the cadence of their stress, how Trinity snapped gum when anxious, how Dennis narrated to himself under pressure, how Mel stilled completely when she was deep in thought.

And you — you were the quiet one. The calm. The unshakable center.

“Why do they always look like baby ducks?” Santos muttered beside you, watching the incoming class file in through the double doors.

“Because they’re about to be emotionally drowned,” you said, monotone.

“God, I missed your sunshine.”

A sharp, familiar voice cut across the room. “Alright, listen up.”

Everyone stilled.

Dr. Robinavitch, attending physician and gravitational center of the ER, stood at the head of the small cluster of residents and nurses. His hoodie was rumpled, his sleeves rolled up, and a stethoscope hung around his neck like it had been there since the Cold War.

“Huddle up,” he said. “Five minutes. Don’t make me herd you.”

The interns scurried closer, wide-eyed. You and the rest of your senior class, took your places near the back. Dana leaned against the counter with her arms crossed, watching like a hawk with a smile.

Dr. Robby scanned the group, voice steady and clipped. “For those of you who don’t know me, I’m Dr. Robinavitch. I’m the chief attending. You can call me Dr. Robby, or sir, or in the case of one intern last year ‘dad.’” His expression remained dry, though a ripple of laughter moved through the group.

“That intern was never seen again,” Dana added helpfully.

Dr. Robby ignored her. “You’ve officially survived med school. Congratulations. Now the real fun starts. This is the Emergency Department,  high acuity, high volume, and we do not tolerate egos. You mess up? Own it. You don’t know something? Ask. We protect each other here, and you’ll be expected to do the same.”

He paused, eyes sweeping the room until they landed on you.

“And your senior residents will be your lifelines. Listen to them. Learn from them. Especially Dr. Sheridan.”

A few heads turned toward you. You kept your expression neutral, even as something flickered behind your ribs at the sound of your name in his mouth.

“She’s quiet,” he continued, “but she’s one of the best we’ve had through this program.”

Santos leaned in close and whispered, “He likes you.”

You elbowed her without looking.

Dr. Robby gestured toward your group. “Drs. Santos, King, Whittaker, and Sheridan are fourth years, which make them your senior residents. They’ll be running most of your shifts. Any questions, take it to them first. If they can’t help, escalate to me, Dr. Collins or Dr. Langdon.”

At his mention, Dr. Langdon gave a short wave from the side of the room, easygoing and ever observant. He was the counterbalance to Robby’s steel. You always liked him for that.

“Any questions before we start rounds?” Robby asked.

An intern raised a tentative hand. “Uh… where’s the bathroom?”

“Follow the smell of crushed dreams,” Santos said.

Dana pointed toward the east hallway. “Second left, kiddo.”

With a short nod, Dr. Robby dismissed the group. “Alright. Fourth years, divide and conquer. Interns, stick close. You’ll be drowning in charting by noon. Welcome to the Pitt, let’s go save some lives.”

As the team dispersed, you stepped back beside Dana, feeling the weight of the moment settle in. Fourth year. This was it.

“You good, Sheri?” she asked you softly, using the nickname only she and Robby used.

You nodded. “Feels…weird. Like I’m supposed to know what I’m doing now.”

Dana’s eyes twinkled. “Fake it till you make it kid. That’s what we all did. Except Robby. He was born already carrying a cric kit and a superiority complex.”

“I heard that,” Robby muttered as he passed, eyes cutting sideways toward you. “Dr. Sheridan, you’re with me for Trauma 1. Let’s see how rusty you are after your vacation.”

“You gave me two days off.” you scoffed.

“And it shows.”

You followed him into the hallway, interns trailing behind like ducklings, and tried to ignore the way your pulse stuttered at the proximity. Three years of working under him had taught you nearly everything you knew about emergency medicine, and everything you didn’t want to know about longing in silence.

Something had changed last year. Quietly. Without permission.

He didn’t hover anymore, didn’t micromanage. You didn’t defer as much. You challenged him. And, more than once, he’d smiled at that. Not a condescending smirk, but something warmer, like he’d been waiting for you to push back.

There had been a moment, late one night during a consult, where your hands had brushed over the same EKG printout. You’d both paused. Neither moved.

The air had shifted.

And since then, a quiet game of restraint.

You shook the memory loose.

Robby glanced over his shoulder. “Sheri. You listening?”

You blinked. “Always.”

He quirked a brow. “Good. Don’t make me regret this.”

He didn’t.

Not yet.

And as you moved into Trauma 1 with the interns on your heels, Dana watching from the counter, and the ER waking into its usual barely-contained chaos, you felt it.

The beginning of something.

The fourth year had officially begun. Later, when a septic patient coded and the room exploded into motion, you found yourselves working side by side again. The rhythm was familiar, practiced. He intubated while you ran compressions. You handed him a syringe without being asked. He moved left as you moved right, and for a moment, it felt like breathing.

No one watching would guess that beneath the sterile efficiency was something frayed and quietly electric. No one but maybe Dana, who raised an eyebrow at you as she passed.

By noon, your scrubs were stained, your coffee was cold, and the new interns had already started whispering about “Dr. Sheridan” with a mixture of awe and confusion. She’s the small one who’s scary calm, you overheard one say near the supply closet.

You took it as a compliment.

The hours blurred. One trauma, two admissions, a consult from psych. Somewhere in between, you caught Dr. Collins entering from the physician lounge, tall, poised, still perfect even in blood-spattered scrubs. Her eyes flicked toward Robby as she passed him near the nurses’ station.

He didn’t react.

You did.

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Maybe youll want to write a fic about a shift happening on the 4th of July, fireworks and firecrackers everywhere, and our poor vet Abbot going around ER all stressed, flinching and panicking at every explosion, and Dana/Robby calming him down, maybe some bigger breakdown?

pairing: Dr. Jack Abbott x F!Nurse!Ex-militaryReader

I ended up making this a follow up to my other story Don't go where I can't follow. This also got away from me and ended up being about three page long!

Warning: Panic Attack and general Pitt warnings

(Also I know nothing about fireworks, the Fourth of July or how Panic Attacks work except for what I found while googling, so please ignore anything that doesn't make sense)

My Inbox is still open for requests!

“What is with your fucking country and fireworks?” you mutter under your breath to Dr Robby as you both work on removing a patient's highly flammable pajama material after they decided to let off fireworks in their bedroom.

They were also 38 years of age.

“They're fun and pretty!” the older doctor said, smiling behind his glasses and mask. The smell was enough to turn your stomach.

“They literally burn peoples skin off! What's fun about that?”

“The colours, my love, it's the colours.” Dr Abbott walked behind the curtain, his own smile bright, “They sparkle and look pretty, so of course the idiots think they can control them. Or think they won’t get hurt because it's never happened before.”

You continued slowly pulling the material away from the burning flesh, your stomach rolling and your eyes sweating at the smell.

Dumb, dumb, dumb  you mutter to yourself ignoring as your partner and his friend continued their discussion about the best fireworks they had ever let off.

“My dad once took us to Lake Tahoe when I was ten- I think- first time I ever got to set off fireworks, we put them in the mud on the banks, ran a fuse line a couple of feet, if that, and let them go. Except none of us knew that you should stagger them so about two hundred dollars worth of fireworks went off all at once. About ten seconds of excitement and a couple of burnt eyebrows was all our fourth of July excitement.” 

Your boyfriend, (or partner, you hadn’t quite worked out the wording for what you were), looked so excited as he described his childhood memory. 

Dr Robby joined it, explaining wildly about his own memorable mishap with fireworks.

You shook your head and made a quick exit, two attendings didn’t need a nurse to stand over them while they worked, so you quickly rushed off your gown and gloves and breathed in the fresh air of the ER. As fresh as air in the ER could be anyway. 

It was the Fourth of July and you had awoken to Jack thrashing in the bed, a nightmare gripping him and forcing him to relive something horrific. Between the fifteen odd years of active duty and the hospital shooting last year, there are many things to hold Jack under while he sleeps.

So you are spending half your day keeping one eye on him, with the help of Dana, the current Charge nurse on shift, to make sure he wasn’t going to melt down half way through the day.

Between you taking on a double shift to be here, and Dr Robby doing the same, there were three sets of eyes on him at all times.

It felt like overkill as the fourth hour of the shift ticked over, a handful more people coming in with firework related injuries, some burns from barbecues, and a couple of sore heads from drinking mishaps but Jack was holding his own as he went from patient to patient helping the interns and residents do most of the heavy lifting.

You found him looking over the board as the hour dragged on, playing on his phone and laughing at something Dana was saying. You lean into him a little, bumping hips and shoulders. 

Jack was the calmest you had seen him in months. For weeks after your shooting he had been on edge, every noise had set him off, anytime a door in the hospital slammed he had jumped to his feet ready for something. When you were discharged after seven long weeks, he had bought a car. No longer trusting you on public transport or walking from your apartment to the hospital, he insisted on driving everywhere. Which you had had to put a stop to because while Jack is an amazing doctor, loving partner and all round great guy- he was a terrible driver. It had taken you three months after your release from the hospital to get back to work, and even then it had been on the desk, not running the floor, which Jack had decided he liked more, “Easy to keep an eye on you.” he had said, which had led to more than a dozen fights before you returned to full nursing duties.

It had taken a while but Jack was no longer watching your every move, no longer shadowing you with every patient, or making an intern follow you everywhere (including the bathroom).

So you had noticed the irony of making his friends follow him around for the day.

“I know what you're doing.” he leant in and whispered into your ear, his words tickling your neck as you just looked up at him innocently.  

“What am I doing?”

“I am ok- it was just a nightmare. I’m fine.”

“Maybe. But humour me?”

----

By hour seven you almost want to laugh at yourself for being so overly cautious. 

Everything was going absolutely fine to the point you took a break to find coffee in the breakroom. 

The lukewarm coffee was mainly something to put in your hand as you made your way back to the main desk, Abbott was with Dana again, laughing together over something when it happened.

A group of teenagers exited the lifts, laughing as they jostled each other, one with his arm in a sling and the others holding bags. They talk to each other and you give them nothing but a half second glance. Groups of teengers on the fourth of july is not a unique situation and not worth your time.

Until it was.

The fireworks shot from their bags, lights and noise echoing around the room.

Pink flashes, followed by blue and green. The sound ricocheting around, as sparks burned your skin on contact.

You drop to the floor, your heart in your chest as you remind yourself over and over again where you were.

Hospital.

Not a warzone.

Hospital.

It took only ten seconds for the sound and light to stop, but it echoed through your head for over a minute before you could finally pull yourself out of a panic and get to your knees. 

Jack! You screamed internally, as you looked straight across where you had last seen him. Dana’s at her desk, her own eyes filled with tears as she rushes to put out spark fires and her calming voice, edged with fear, barked orders at the staff all still trying to find their calm after the fireworks.

But Jacks nowhere to be found.

“Dana! Jack?”

“Can’t find him.”

“He was just here!”

“Try the breakroom!”

You run, your heart once again in your throat as you search. The door slams shut behind you and you slide to a stop. 

Jack is curled in on himself, in the smallest spot between the fridge and the wall. Your knees buckle as you fall in front of him, careful not to grab him. 

He's muttering to himself, nothing that you could make out but it didn’t matter.

“Jack- Baby?”

He doesn’t look up, his face white as a sheet and his pupil blown. His head thrown back as he rocks himself in place, his head hitting the wall, over and over again. YOu rip off your cardigan and throw it between his head and the wall.

You know enough to know not to pull him immediately from a panic attack, it could end with him hurt or you hurt and neither would be good for Jack in the long run.

“I’m here, I'm not going anywhere.”

So you get comfortable on the floor, your legs crossed and your hands just out of reach of his, you hum a song from your own childhood over and over again, giving him something else to cling to then the demons he is fighting.

The break room door opens and you lean across and slam it shut on whoever tried to enter.

“OCCUPIED!” you yell before locking the door. There was nothing that Jack would like less than to know people saw him this way.

“Baby, you with me?”

His hands reached out and grabbed yours. They shook as he finally looked up with tears and fear showing through every movement.

“You’re here.” he whispered, before falling forward into your lap, your body cringing as his shoulder slammed into the ground.

You sit back, your fingers gently playing with his hair as his body's shaking finally settles, his breathing coming back minute after minute until you realise he had fallen asleep.

“I’m never leaving.” you promise.

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No Myrna!

Pairing: Michael „Robby“ Robinavitch x chief resident!f! reader

Warnings: fluff, age gap, mentions of death and injury, mentions of amputation, the Pitt crew being a dysfunctional family, Myrna being Myrna, reader can be read as autistic though it is not explicitly stated, Myrna ships it, unaccurate depiction of how hospitals work, medical inaccuracies

Summary: Some days begin bad and only get worse as the day goes on, but sometimes at the end of it it is all worth it.

Words: 6.2 k

A/N: Hey, so I still wrote this. The next part for ‚First meetings‘ is currently in progress and so is the second part of ‚Sweet boy‘, though I cannot promise to update as frequently as I have in the past few days due to Uni starting again and I don‘t know how much writing I will be able to get done between assignments. I still hope you enjoy :)

It was one of those days, one of those days that promised to be horrendous from the moment they started. It started with a malfunctioning alarm, making her wake up way too late. A hastily prepared, then dropped breakfast, spilled coffee, a quick scrub change that ended in her almost hitting her head on the dresser. Almost getting run over by a total of four cars and she had not even reached the hospital at that point.

Inside the hospital it only got worse, barely not slipping on something wet, something that looked suspiciously like pee, though she was not sure if it was human or animal pee, but honestly she did not care. Nearly being elbowed by a patient in the face as she made her way through the waiting room to get to the ED she finally slipped into the controlled chaos of The Pitt.

Just ducking out of the way in time an empty bedpan came flying at her head. Quickly she made her way towards the breakroom. If this day could get any worse she really hoped that she would not have to be part of it. Setting her backpack down she opened it only to realise her lunch was not in there, nor was her beloved thermos filled with Chai. They must still be sitting safely on the kitchen counter in her apartment. A long sigh escaped her as she leaned against the chair, eyes closed, her shift had not even started yet and she was about to have a breakdown already.

„Morning, Sunshine,“ the gravelly voice of the night shift attending, a hint of humour in his tone as she glared up at him.

„Morning,“ she grumbled at the man who let out a low whistle, „What do you want?“ she sighed, rubbing her face, hoping that the man was just there to check in on her and not deliver some kind of news. As she looked up she saw his expression, mild worry, but also amusement mixed with something that looked like guilt.

„Don‘t tell me, let me guess,“ she sighed, she knew that look well, it was the same look Robby would give her when he told her that they were understaffed, „We are severely understaffed today.“

„Bingo,“ Abbot sighed, crossing his arms in front of his chest, „Collins, McKay and Mohan all called in sick, you also want all the nurses that are not there?“ His tone was not amused, as she buried her face in her hands, just shaking her head.

„And the med students?“ she asked, hopeful that at least one of them might have called in sick. It was not that she hoped that they were sick, it was simply that with this rotation of med students and the new intern she only really liked one of them.

„All in today,“ Abbot spoke softly as she let out another low groan. This was really not the news she wanted to have to deal with right now. That would mean that shit would really hit the fan today.

„So who is coming in for backup?“ she asked, „It can‘t just be Robby, Dr. King, the med students and I, right?“ she asked. The expression on Abbot‘s face said more than enough as she asked the question.

„Seriously?“ she asked, „No backup?“ she was starting to boil, this was not something she could deal with right now.

„I‘m staying, working a double so you guys aren‘t that understaffed, but…“ Abbot trailed off, gesturing with his hand in the air.

„No one can come in?“ she gaped at him, feeling like he was trying to pull a joke on her, a really bad one at that.

„Almost everyone‘s sick,“ Abbot explained. She hated flu season more than anything, because even if you wore a mask full time in the ED, you would still get sick at some point and apparently the entire Pitt crew was knocked out.

„May God help us all,“ she muttered as she got up from her seat, walking over to Abbot. „Thanks for sticking around,“ she smiled at him, he simply nodded, gently patting her back. They started walking towards central, as they reached the most open part of the ED she could see Gloria walking around, talking to Robby.

She looked around for the transfer notes Ellis had written for her and Collins, though she knew that these were now mostly her patients, glancing at the board she knew that today would get even worse than it had already been until now. Dr. King seemed to have been put in charge of triage, something she was incredibly thankful for, this was not something she needed on her plate now as well.

„So which Med Student do you want to drag around all day?“ Abbot asked as he also glared at the board like it had personally offended him.

„Just keep Santos off my back and I am happy,“ she muttered, glancing over to the side she could see the intern and two med students chatting amongst themselves, „I think Javadi should help with triage, she has some experience there,“ she muttered.

„So you are giving me the honour of working with Dr. Santos?“ Abbot asked, a half teasing tone in his voice, she gave him a mildly annoyed glance. She thought Santos was full of potential, could make a great doctor, but she thought she would fit better in surgery. Her bedside manner lacked to an extent that was almost painful.

„Yeah,“ she nodded, „Please, I know you are a lot better at handling people like that,“ she sighed, giving Abbot a pleading look.

„I know someone that has a lot more patience and a firm but gentle hand that could use some practice working with people like that,“ his voice was still teasing and she shook her head. He was right, she needed to work with people like Santos more often. Robby told her as much, that had been one of the reasons she had ended up in his ED and not in surgery, the simple fact that she could not stand people like Santo.

„Shut up,“ she gave him a glare as she took a deep breath. Suddenly even over the chaos of the Pitt she heard soft tapping of feet, accompanied by the squeaking of wheelchair wheels.

No, please, not today.

„Hey there, sweet cheeks,“ the voice of Myrna came from behind her. Turning her head slightly she gave the older woman a long, hard glare.

„Good morning, Myrna,“ she said in a tight voice. Usually she found some amusement in the older woman, but today she was really not in the mood for her shenanigans.

“Your boyfriend is looking for you, sweet cheeks,“ Myrna nodded in the direction of Dr. Robby. A low groan escaped her at that, most days when Myrna would call Dr. Robby her boyfriend she would get at least a bit flustered, but right now her nerves were already frayed and she was not sure how much of this she could deal with today.

„Myrna,“ she drew out the older woman‘s name in a warning, „Dr. Robby is not my boyfriend, but thank you for letting me know he is looking for me,“ she muttered under her breath as she turned to head towards Robby. Abbot gave her a pat on the back, a reassuring smile on his lips as she started walking away from Myrna she heard her voice again.

„Whatever you say, sweet cheeks,“ then she heard her tone shifting again, probably starting to flirt with Abbot. As she reached Robby Gloria was still following him around, talking to him about patient satisfaction, again. Telling him how his department needed to get better numbers or otherwise the risk of them getting shut down was going to rise. Her brow twitched at that, this was seriously going to be her final straw for the day. As Robby saw her his frown disappeared for a brief moment, but reappeared as Gloria continued to yap in his ear.

„Fucking hell!“ she snapped at Gloria, surprising both Robby and Gloria, but mostly herself „You don‘t work down here and all you do is complain and complain and complain!“ she felt the building anger and frustration of the barely started day begin to manifest, her mind was reeling, she needed to get herself to calm down again. „You don‘t know what it is like to have to work with a barely existent team! You sit in your office all day and complain and complain about our performance!“ Before she was able to say another word, Robby put a hand on her shoulder, stepping towards her.

„Alright, Gloria I think you have heard that speech already,“ Robby gave the CMO an angry glare.

„That discussion is not over yet, Robinavitch!“ With an angry huff she walked past them, not before shooting her a disapproving glare.

„You okay there?“ Robby asked after Gloria was out of earshot. She took a deep breath, closing her eyes for a moment then nodded slightly.

„Just a really rough start to the day,“ she whispered, like it was some deep secret. Robby gave her a worried glance, raising his brow in question.

„Robby,“ she took a deep breath, knowing that the following statement would probably explain to him how bad her mood was, „I can feel the part of my scrubs where I cut off the label rubbing against my neck and I feel like my whole body is on fire, I can hear every single sound in my vicinity and it feels like my brain is about to go into an overload induced shut down, so yeah, a really rough start to the day,“ she gave Robby a pointed look at her, slowly lifting his hand from her shoulder. A soft sigh escaped her, usually if it were anyone else that had touched her this long she would have snapped at them in the mood she was currently in, but Robby‘s hand on her shoulder had been a reassurance of some sort, comforting, grounding.

„Okay, I get that, but I need you here with me right now, okay?“ His voice was gentle as he spoke to her. She nodded slightly as she took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down.

„You take Whitaker with you, I will make sure he stays on track so you don‘t have to worry about that as well. Stay on top of the higher risk patients Ellis handed you over, Abbot will make sure the lower risk patients are cared for. For incoming traumas today it will be you and Whitaker, alright, I will join you if I can, but right now we will have to make sure that we stay on top of everything, okay.“ It was just a rundown of the plan. A rundown of the way they would be operating today and for some reason it was probably a greater comfort than anything else he could have told her. The instructions were clear, care for the high risk patients, handle incoming traumas. Everyone else would have to find a way to deal with their plates during this shift.

“Thanks, Robby,” she gave him a small smile. Robby never failed to help her in situations like this, always knowing what to say or what to do, he had this way about him when he talked to her like this. Taking deep breaths, she tried to focus on what was important right now, deep breaths, be nice to the kid, take care of the patients.

“Of course,” slowly he reached out, giving her time to say something if she didn't want him to touch her. Nodding softly she gave Robby a quick smile, he gently padded her shoulder.

“And remember to eat and drink something,” he gently spoke. Nodding slowly she squared her shoulders, readying herself for the worst thing that could happen during this shift.

——————

Whitaker had joined her quickly, she had put him on two cases they needed to take care of, just getting the history of the patients and a basic workup before their exam and treatment. He had handled that rather well and had even given minor treatment orders to the people he had seen, already lifting some work from her. She still checked up on them, calling radiology or surgery to get these people in line for whatever they needed.

A bicycle accident had come in as a trauma, she and Whitaker had been able to handle it quickly, sending the man to the CT and then to the OR within twenty minutes. The guy had been complaining the entire time, threatening to sue her and the hospital if he wouldn’t be able to ride a bicycle angin.

She had yelled at the Attending of Cardiology when he had bitched about not having enough beds for the cardiology cases she needed to send upstairs. Both had major heart issues, even if it was not a heart attack they would still receive much better and safer care in cardiology. He had folded after she had told him that she would be sending them up anyway, even if he told her that there was no room, which she knew was bullshit because Esme had told her that three beds in cardiology had opened up. While all this was happening there was one major annoyance always not too far away from her: Myrna.

“No Myrna!” she had shouted as she saw the older woman trying to roll out of the ambulance bay door, rolling her back she had put the brakes back into place, leaving the woman at the nurses’ station. Whitaker, the poor guy, had gotten an obscene amount of bodily fluids over him during the entire shift and she was just glad that this was not her.

Another trauma had come in, this time a kid that had fallen off the balcony on the second floor. His mother had screamed in her ear the entire time, elbowed her in the stomach twice and once accidentally hit her in the throat with an open hand. They had gotten him stabilised as well, sending him up for a CT and then neurology, she had yelled at the chief resident there, telling him that they currently had not the capacity to deal with a potentially paralyzed seven year old. He had simply muttered something about his Attending killing him, but had taken the kid upstairs.

“No Myrna!” she had shouted as Myrna seemed to be heading straight for the men’s restroom. Pulling the wheelchair backwards towards the disabled bathroom.

“Or I can get you a bedpan,” she had told Myrna with a deadly glare. The older woman had simply lifted her hands, grinning like a cheshire cat and agreed to use the bedpan. It was like she was trying to get on her nerves today.

“Just tell your boyfriend that I am missing him today!” Myrna sighed as she handed her the clean bedpan. A groan left her lips as she heard Dana shouting at her that they had a motorcycle accident victim coming in hot via air transport.

They had headed to the roof, just her, Whitaker and Robby. The EMT’s had helped bring the man into trauma 2, getting him on the gurney and making him comfortable. He had practically been sliced in half, there was nothing they could really do, it was a miracle the man had even survived that long. They pumped him full of morphine and tried to stop the bleeding as best they could, luckily thanks to the EMT’s they knew that he had a DNR so when his heart stopped they simply turned off the monitor and had to move on.

The wife and kids of the motorcycle accident victim had arrived only about ten minutes after he had passed away. His wife had yelled at her for not doing more to save her husband even after she had explained the DNR and the issue with his injuries to her. She had tried to punch her, then was escorted out of the ED while she was still screaming and thrashing around, swearing to sue the hospital.

She had called Dr. Shamsi, this time she had not yelled at the person she was talking to over the phone. Nicely asking if she had the capacity to take one of her patients into an OR ASAP, luckily Shamsi still owed her for something so that was quickly done and another bed was freed up.

An amputation of the left leg at the knee had been brought in, they had stopped the bleeding, pumped the man full of morphine, called radiology, booked him an x-ray and a CT, bumped a few other people waiting, but got him off their hands rather quickly, especially since they still had the limb and surgery would take him quickly to make sure that they could still try and reattach the leg.

“Uhm…sorry?” Whitaker asked as she stared at the board trying to make a mental checklist of people she could move around or discharge, though most of the patients she was seeing were not ready to be discharged yet.

“What, Whitaker?” she asked, glancing over to him, he stood beside her, staring at the empty space where Myrna’s wheelchair had been only five minutes ago.

“Oh shit no!” she cried out, looking around she saw Abbot talking to one of the nurses, Santos running around like a headless chicken.

“Abbot!” she shouted as loudly as she could, his head snapped towards her, “Do you know where Myrna is?” He just shrugged and shook his head.

“Well, shit!” she cursed, looking around she saw one of the nursing students looking a little lost, like he had no task. “Terry, come here,” she gestured him over to her, “I have a very important task for you,”

Terry had luckily found Myrna, it had taken him almost half an hour, but he had found the woman, something she was incredibly grateful for, especially since in this half hour she had been able to finish up a few cases for Abbot who seemed to be a bit overloaded with them. A fight bite, a kid who had broken his arm, an elderly woman that had broken her hip, a young guy that had gotten his hand stuck in a bottle.

“You know you and your boyfriend make a really cute couple,” Myrna almost purred, “But I have to say that I am kind of jealous of you, I would like to get a taste of that ass,”

“Jesus Christ, no Myrna, for the last time he is not my boyfriend!” she groaned as she headed towards a room in which Dr. King had just deposited an agitated twenty five year old that was vomiting blood.

That case was solved quickly after asking a few questions and finding out that he had a nosebleed and had put his head up instead of down and had swallowed a whole lot of blood. Still she had done an ultrasound and ordered a CT to rule out anything serious. Whitaker was also running around now, helping an asthmatic patient, doing sutures on another one, taping wounds shut or helping out where an extra pair of hands was needed.

Another trauma rolled in, a teen that had been electrocuted by the neighbours new electric fence. Garcia from surgery came down for that, she had tried really hard not to yell at the woman that frayed her nerves on the best of days, but today was not a good day so she had yelled at her as well. Telling her to suck it up and just take the kid that clearly needed surgery for his arm upstairs.

“You know, I never thought I would say that, but…” Robby trailed off as he watched Garcia take the teenager upstairs for surgery, “You in a bad mood really makes all the difference on a bad day, maybe we need you in a bad mood on more days, you have been clearing beds and moving patients like there is no tomorrow,” Robby gave her a small grin as she rubbed her face, feeling like her head was about to explode. She looked at Robby, not being able to suppress her annoyance.

“You can be lucky I didn’t kill anyone yet,” she muttered looking around, “Though you might be getting a complaint about me from cardiology and neurology,” she muttered under her breath, trying to keep herself from shutting down. The only thing that kept her brain from going into a complete shutdown and probably meltdown was the adrenaline pumping through her system. Taking a shuddering breath she was about to bolt towards central again when Robby grabbed her arm.

“Did you eat something?” he asked, giving her a concerned look. His big brown eyes looked like a puppy as he stared at her.

“Robby it is not even noon yet, I don’t need lunch right now,” she grumbled and was about to rip her arm from his grasp when he pulled out a protein bar from the front pocket of the jacket he was wearing.

“Eat that now, I don’t care if you eat it in two bites, just eat it,” Robby’s expression was stern as he handed her the protein bar, giving her hand a slight squeeze as he handed it over to her. Quickly unwrapping it she thanked him quietly and left the room, wolfing it down in three quick bites.

Hysterical screaming came from somewhere, deciding that it was best to head in that direction. She saw a woman holding her own hand, and for a moment it did not register in her mind what was wrong with that image, but then she saw it. She was the woman literally holding her own hand and for a moment she wondered what it was with all these amputations today. Bringing the woman to a room she quickly took care of everything, also putting her in line for an x-ray, calling surgery to give them a heads up about another amputation.

“You know, my husbands never made sure that I ate, and you insist that he is not even your boyfriend,” Myrna tutted from behind her as she leaned against a work station, feeling her back pop in a few places as she stretched it.

“Myrna…” she sighed, rubbing her forehead. For a moment she wanted to yell ‘No, Myrna!’ again, but her thought process was interrupted by Whitaker yelling.

“I need a little help here! Code blue!” he shouted. He sounded a little panicky as she saw him, grabbing a pair of gloves she started running towards the room. A group of nurses already brought the crash cart with them. As she entered the room Whittaker was already doing chest compression. It wasn't even five minutes and the patient was back again, taking a deep breath as she did an exam, trying to find out what was wrong. Waiting for lab results would probably bring some clarity to that situation.

The day went on and after what felt like an entire gruelling shift it was only noon. Standing at a workstation she quickly typed in the information for the chart.

“Here you go,” Robby appeared right beside her, a mug of something that smelled like chai and a sandwich in hand. A laugh escaped her as she pulled out a sandwich from her scrub pocket. It was egg salad, something she knew Robby loved.

“Thanks,” she took the mug of chai, the sandwich, handed Robby his sandwich and gave him a small smile.

“Of course, can’t have my best resident collapse by the end of this shift,” he smiled at her as he unwrapped his sandwich as well, they ate in silence while both of them filled out a few charts.

A groan echoed from somewhere near them. Myrna was watching them, shaking her head like she could not believe what she was seeing.

“No Myrna!” both of them groaned at the same time, “Don’t even say it,” Robby shook his head as he got up from his chair, giving her a gentle pat on the back.

“You got this,” he smiled at her as he disappeared into the depths of the ED, looking over her shoulder she could see Abbot leaning against the nurses’ station, looking like a ghost on two legs, at least to the people that knew him. Getting up from her seat she grabbed a sandwich off the tray and threw it towards him. A quick smile on her lips as he caught it, toasting it towards her with a small smile.

Hurrying off, she continued to treat patients. Broken bones, deep cuts, other issues. She tried her best to keep up with everything.

Patient yelled at her, threatened her, one even spit her in the face. The only reason she had not punched him being that Whitaker had somehow in his awkward and yet adorable fashion deescalated the situation.

“No Myrna!” she hollered across the ED as she saw the older woman trying to escape once again. She didn’t even have to start moving, Robby already there, turning Myrna around and pushing her back towards where they usually parked her. A relieved sigh escaped her lips as she was able to head off again.

Time dragged on and the day felt like it was never going to be over. More angry patients about the long wait times, more agitated people, more people that were yelling and luckily at some point amidst all the chaos of the day shift change arrived. It went relatively smoothly and she was able to leave the ED by eight sharp.

“Hey!” Princess shouted, “Do you want to join us in the park?” She tilted her head towards the park where she knew the rest of the Pitt crew sometimes spent their evenings. For a moment she hesitated, she had the feeling that this day would only get worse if she decided to stay outside for much longer, but as she saw Abbot and Robby standing with Princess she simply nodded quietly.

“Yeah, why not,” she whispered softly as she trudged along with them, at the front of the hoard were Santos, Whitaker and Javadi, chattering about something. In all honesty she was not sure how the three got along, but apparently things like a mass casualty event bring people together. Abbot and Robby were talking in hushed voices, like they were sharing some kind of secret with each other. Finally they reached the park benches, a long groan escaped her as she was finally able to take a seat. Her legs hurt like hell and she saw Abbot taking off his prosthetic, a sigh of relief coming from him.

Beside her Robby was moving his hand around his backpack. Suddenly he let out a sound that was oddly close to pride as he pulled out a small bag. Quickly opening it he smiled softly.

“Come on, hand out,” he gently nudged her side as she stared at him for a moment, confusion settling in her mind, though she was too tired to argue, simply holding her hand out. Carefully he tilted the paper bag and from it dropped a few roasted almonds into the palm of her hand.

Her eyes went wide as she saw them hitting her hand. A bright smile grew on her lips as she looked at Robby.

“Thanks,” she grinned at him, picking up one of them and popping it in her mouth. As she chewed on the sweet almond a soft sigh escaped her. Around her the chatter continued, she continued to snack on the almonds, feeling a single hot tear of gratitude run down her cheek, quickly she wiped it away.

“You okay?” Robby gave her a gentle smile as he looked over at her, a beer in his hand. His big brown eyes that were always so full of worry fixed on her.

“Just,” she looked at the roasted almonds in her hand, she choked slightly, “This just made my day,” she whispered, smiling tiredly at him. “How did you know?” she asked in a quiet tone so that the others around them wouldn’t hear them.

“You mentioned once that these were your favorite snacks after a rough shift, so I decided to get some in case you need a ‘little pick me up’ from time to time,” he smiled at her. She could feel her face getting hot as she nodded softly.

“Can I?” she gently nodded in the direction of his shoulder, she knew that Robby didn’t always want to be touched, just like her, so she just wanted to make sure she didn’t overstep. Especially after this rough of a shift.

“Of course,” he gave her a soft smile. Scotting a bit closer she felt their arms brush, leaning her head against his shoulder was a relief, his warmth a great comfort, the feeling of his breaths calming in a way that little else was to her nowadays. Closing her eyes she simply listened to the conversation around her. Almost about to fall asleep when Whitaker’s voice pulled her out of the lull.

“Who is Myrna talking about when referring to her,” she opened her eyes slightly, seeing Whitaker gesture in her direction. “Boyfriend?”

The question hung in the air for a moment before she heard laughing coming from somewhere beside her, it was definitely Abbot laughing.

“Ah, come on man,” Robby grumbled, she could feel the vibrations of his voice against the crown of her head.

“Whitaker,” Abbot laughed again, he was probably shaking his head. There was a long silence, then a deep breath. “Isn’t it obvious?”

“Yeah, sorry, Dr. Robby, but I thought you were her partner and Myrna was just always referring to someone else being her partner,” Whitaker sounded mildly embarrassed.

“Honestly, same,” she heard Santos, then a few gulps, probably drowning the rest of her beer can.

“Why does everyone think we are a couple?” Robby sounded mildly confused, amusement lacing his voice. A few beats of silence.

“You are literally letting her sleep on your shoulder,” Abbot sounded so amused that she had to refrain from opening her eyes. “And you hate almonds,” there was a pause, “You carry around almonds for her, you wouldn’t eat them even if it was your only option,” Abbot repeated his statement.

“And you bring her food,” Princess now chimed in. There was a low agreement of murmurs, then another voice spoke up.

“And you bring her tea,” Donnie, he sounded like he was about to start laughing.

“Oh, and I still remember that look on your face when that patient was flirting with her last week, you looked like you wanted to rip that guy’s head off,” Jesse spoke in his usual soft and measured tone, though there was a certain amusement to it as well.

For a moment these statements hung in the air, weighing down the atmosphere, then a soft laugh came from Robby. She was shaken slightly and let out a quiet huff of dissatisfaction, the shaking stopped slowly.

“I guess we do act like a couple,” he sighed, running his hand over face, at least that's what it felt like.

“And it’s a damn shame you aren’t actually one,” Abbot sounded like he had told Robby that countless times already. Slowly she started to blink, opening her eyes she let out a soft yawn, the chilly air in the park made her shiver slightly as she sat up straight again.

“You got a jacket?” Robby asked her as he looked at the goosebumps on her arms. Giving him a sheepish smile she shook her head, before she was able to say anything Robby had already unzipped his hoodie, slipping out of it.

“No, Robby,” she shook her head, stopping him in his motions, gently placing her hand on his. “It’s alright,” she smiled at him, simply wrapping her arms around herself. Glancing to the side she could see the looks being exchanged between the others.

The evening wore on, from time to time she could see Robby twitching when she rubbed her arms. Slowly but surely everyone started heading home until it was just her and Robby sitting on the park bench. Glancing over at him she smiled softly, his features were only illuminated by the dim light from the lantern near them. He looked magnificent with his hair slightly mussed and eyes half closed because he was so tired.

“I think I should head home,” his voice cracked slightly as he was about to get up. She was not sure what possessed her to do it, but she grabbed his hand. The warmth sent a slight shiver down her spine as she squeezed it.

“Thank you, Robby,” she whispered, giving him a watery smile.

“For what?” he looked slightly confused, now standing, looking down at her with those big brown eyes.

“For caring about me,” it sounded so strange to say out loud. Yet she squeezed his hand softly, trying to keep herself from saying more, the tiredness in her bones and yearning in her heart almost too much.

“Of course,” he spoke softly, he sighed, “Do you want company?” he sounded so unsure, like he was proposing something scandalous.

“Yes,” she nodded, it was hard for her to admit these things. She had been alone for such a long time that even asking for something as simple as that felt like a burden.

“Alright, come on,” he did not let go of her hand as he pulled her up from where she was sitting on the bench, picking up her bag and slung it over her shoulder. During the walk to Robby’s place they never let go of each other’s hands, like it was the only way to not lose each other in a crowded room, though the streets were empty.

At his place he had turned on the lights, offered her something to eat, something proper. Together they ate the leftovers in silence, no words needed to be exchanged between them, at least no right now. As the plates were empty the silence stretched on, sitting at the kitchen table in the dim light of his apartment for the first time it felt like whatever had been building between them had come to a peak. The years of shared pain, the years of shared fear, anger and resentment against the world, the loneliness that could threaten to consume someone even when surrounded by people.

After a moment Robby got up, putting the plates into the dishwasher, he leaned against the kitchen counter for a long moment, staring at the washing machine.

“Do you want to stay?” his voice was soft, glancing over his shoulder she could see the pain in his eyes.

“If it’s alright with you,” she answered in a hushed tone, afraid that if she spoke any louder the moment might shatter. That she would wake up in the ED because she had been knocked out by a patient and all of this was just a dream, just a fantasy her mind had conjured up.

“It is,” he nodded, then left the kitchen, for a moment she was concerned, not sure where he had gone. Then he returned two neatly folded items of clothing in his hands. “I guess you don’t want to sleep in your scrubs,” his tone sounded light and for a moment she thought that she could get used to this.

“Yes, thank you,” getting up from where she was sitting and taking the clothes from Robby.

It was a pair of his joggers and an old worn out t-shirt that smelled like him. Changing in the bathroom she put her scrubs into the washing machine, Robby put it on for a quick load, they settled on the couch while they waited for the washing machine to finish, she was snuggled up beside him, her head resting against his chest. Neither of them really acknowledged the fact that they both knew that there was no going back from this, that they had crossed a line on which they had been teetering for way too long.

The beeping sounded, she put everything into the dryer, putting that on. Robby started turning off the lights as they reached the bedroom he picked up a pillow. Shaking her head she had gently wrangled it out of his hands again, putting it on the bed.

Together they settled under the soft covers and for the first time in what felt like forever her mind stopped going in circles as she laid down, the comforting weight of Robby behind her. The first time in forever that when she laid down to sleep she was not plagued by anxiety or the feeling of shame, at that moment it was simple, it was easy, it was peaceful. Though the last thought that crossed her mind before she slipped off to sleep was the way she had hollered ‘No Myrna!’ across the ED and the expression on Robby’s face when he had looked at her while wheeling Myrna back to the nurses’ station. That warmth, that fondness wrapping around her mind like a warm blanket.

[bohemianrapshawty]

Peace in the quiet

The hospital was always a whirlwind of activity. Nurses darting from room to room, doctors huddling over charts, the beeping of machines never quite stopping. But amidst the constant noise and movement, Dr. Robby had learned to notice the quiet things—like how you’d start getting a little too still when things overwhelmed you. How your usual smile would fade, and the weight of a long shift would settle into your shoulders.

Robby had been working with you for a while now, and he’d started to pick up on these small changes. It wasn’t a loud cry for help or an obvious breakdown—it was the way you would sometimes disappear. He didn’t always know where you went, but he had a pretty good guess.

He’d learned early on that whenever you were truly overwhelmed and needed a moment, the little chapel at the end of the hall was your escape.

It was a tiny, almost hidden space that most people overlooked. Soft light filtered through stained glass windows, casting a peaceful glow over the worn wooden pews. It smelled of incense and old prayer books, the air still and calm, like a breath in the middle of a storm. Whenever Robby walked past and noticed the door slightly ajar, he could almost feel the stillness coming from inside.

One afternoon, during an especially hectic shift, Robby noticed you slip out of the ER, your shoulders tight as you walked briskly down the hall. You hadn’t noticed him yet, but he knew. He had learned to read your subtle cues—the way you pulled your hair back more tightly when you were frustrated or how you bit your lip when you were trying to hold it all together.

Without a second thought, Robby followed you.

He rounded the corner and saw the chapel door crack open just enough to see your figure inside. You were sitting on one of the pews, your hands clasped in your lap, your little gold cross necklace twirling between your fingers. Your head was bowed, but he could see your lips moving, the soft hum of a familiar worship song drifting through the air.

It wasn’t the first time he’d found you here, and every time, he couldn’t help but watch for a moment, quietly amazed by your peacefulness. He knew that this little corner of the hospital was your sanctuary. It was your way of finding peace amid the chaos.

As he watched, Robby noticed how you twirled your necklace absentmindedly, the delicate cross spinning between your fingers like you were grounding yourself. Your eyes were closed, but he could tell you were lost in the music, finding comfort in the familiar melody.

He wasn’t exactly sure what it was that drew him in—maybe it was the calmness that surrounded you, or maybe it was the way you looked in that moment, so at peace, despite everything. But whatever it was, Robby felt a soft pull in his chest. You were the only person he knew who could find such peace in such chaos, and it made him want to understand you even more.

You didn’t hear him at first, so he quietly stepped inside, leaning against the doorframe. You froze for just a second, startled, before you turned to face him with a warm, albeit slightly tired, smile.

“Hey,” Robby said, trying to keep his tone casual, though his heart was beating a little faster than he expected. “I figured I might find you here.”

You chuckled softly, your fingers still fidgeting with your necklace. “I know, I’m a little predictable, huh?”

Robby shrugged, his hands stuffed into his pockets. “You’re not predictable. But… you do tend to disappear when things get too much. Thought I’d check in on you.”

You looked at him with a smile that was a mix of gratitude and exhaustion. “I’m okay. Just needed a minute to breathe. You know how it is.”

He nodded, though he wasn’t entirely convinced. He had seen you work through stressful situations without breaking a sweat, but this was different. There was a weight to you today, a weariness that he couldn’t ignore.

“Do you… ever take a break?” you asked, raising an eyebrow playfully. “I swear, you’re always running around.”

He gave a soft laugh. “I don’t have much time to take a break, but I guess if you can find peace in here… maybe I should try it.”

You tilted your head, looking at him curiously. “What, like… sit in here and pray with me?”

Robby hesitated for a moment, his fingers brushing against the doorframe. “I mean, I don’t really know if I believe in all that. I’ve never been the church-going type… but, uh…” He cleared his throat, a sheepish grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. “I’ve seen you in here so many times, and it looks like it helps you. So, I thought… maybe I’d give it a shot. If you don’t mind having me join you.”

You stared at him for a moment, surprise crossing your face, before it melted into a soft smile. You could see the sincerity in his eyes, even if he wasn’t sure about it. “You’d really do that?” you asked, your voice light but warm.

He nodded. “Yeah. Maybe you could teach me how it works.”

You chuckled, shaking your head. “I don’t really have any answers, Robby. I just hum when I need to feel a little more centered.”

“Well,” he said, stepping closer, “I could use a little more of that right now.”

You smiled again, and for a moment, the world outside the chapel felt so far away. Without thinking, you reached out and handed him the little cross necklace you’d been twirling. “Here,” you said softly. “If it helps, you can hold this.”

Robby took the necklace in his hand, feeling the cool metal against his palm. It was small, delicate, but it somehow felt heavy in his hand—like it carried more weight than it seemed.

“I’ll try anything once,” he said with a grin, “but don’t go thinking you’ve converted me yet.”

You laughed, and the sound felt like the most comforting thing in the world. “No pressure, Robby. Just… sit with me for a minute. That’s all I ask.”

And so he did.

The two of you sat there together in the quiet chapel, Robby holding the little gold cross in his hand as you hummed your favorite worship song under your breath. He wasn’t sure what it meant yet—he didn’t know if he believed in God or any of this—but as he sat there with you, surrounded by the peace of the room and the calm in your presence, something shifted inside him.

Maybe it wasn’t about believing in anything right away. Maybe it was just about being there, in the moment, with someone who truly cared.

As the song wound down, Robby glanced over at you, his smile soft. “I think I get it now,” he said quietly.

You raised an eyebrow, curiosity lighting up your eyes. “Oh yeah? Get what?”

“The peace,” he said simply, squeezing the cross in his hand. “I don’t know if it’s God or something else… but this? This feels good.”

You smiled, a little twinkle in your eye. “Well, it’s always here if you need it. And if you ever want to actually go to church with me… I wouldn’t mind.”

Robby’s grin widened. “Alright, alright. I’ll bite. But only if you promise not to make me sing.”

You laughed, the sound light and full of warmth. “Deal.”

And just like that, amidst the quiet of the little chapel, Robby had found something he hadn’t expected to discover today: peace, companionship, and a little spark of something new he wasn’t quite ready to name yet. But he knew, whatever it was, it was a journey he wouldn’t mind taking with you by his side.

[ineffablecabbage]

other thoughts about The Pitt from last night: (8 p.m.)

We are still missing rats and Myrna

I find it really interesting that everyone is very pro-Whitaker finding Robby, because my entire reaction is that he was absolutely the wrong person for that, and everything about the scene showed it. Now, that's not Whitaker's fault: he's only a fourth year medical student. But "You have to, because if you don't, we're fucked" is terrible advice to someone in the middle of a mental breakdown. Robby should not have gone back out on the floor. It was bad for him, and it was bad for any patients he might have treated. Whitaker should have turned around and found Abbot or Dana. Or ... said anything else

Season 2 John Truman Carter III would have let Mark Greene have his breakdown in peace.

Abbot working better with Mohan than Robby does is hilarious to me.

"Fuck the standard of care." And that's why on a daily basis, the NURSES are the ones keeping you alive from doctors' egos.

Robby giving Mel her props was very John Truman Carter III coded, and it's about time.

People are going to say that Mel breaking down there was proof that she isn't fit for these situations and I'm going to fit them, because she has done AWESOME ALL FUCKING DAY.

Langdon and Jake - aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah. Look, there's a reason Dana came and got Langdon for that. That tells me more about the relationship between Robby and Langdon than they have all season and it hurts my heart. Also Robby, who an hour or two ago said he didn't trust Langdon, watching silently while he comforted his (step)son? AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.

ANYWAY! Robby is complex in that I absolutely feel all of his pain and he is a great doctor, etc., but he is deadly biased in this David shit and 100% wrong all over with how he is handling it.

Dr. Shen was great! Dr. Ellis is great (and put Santos in her place immediately, so you think fandom would realize there's a problem there, but fandom is dumb often.) i do find it unrealistic that neither Shen or Mel would recogize or think of measels in this age of anti vaxxer freaks.

[nacreousor]

a progression of how forgiving I am to Dr Robby's crimes

Robby being less-than-patient with adult children wanting to intubate their failing elderly father with dementia ... understandable in the face of needless suffering. no notes. Robby losing it on Langdon sneaking around stealing medicine which endangers the lives of every patient who comes in ..... you tell 'em babycakes that man needs consequences. go off. kick him to the curb. gold star. get your feelings out.

Robby losing it on anti-vax parents googling anti-science ... truly you could have sworn more and gone off on them a bit harder. amp it up next time. Robby having a complete mental breakdown ... of course. valid. long overdue. put a few more in the schedule while you're at it. Robby shouting at Gloria ... she's just doing her job and is overwhelmed too, but she wasn't reading the room and this needed to be said (if not by him and by shouting) by someone. Robby telling McKay that since she 'made the mess' of identifying multiple worrying signs of future violence in a boy who fit the profile of a mass shooter, she was therefore responsible of dealing with it ...... big yikes. time out. take a sitdown Robster. have some water babes. Robby assuming that Whitaker ratted on him having a breakdown while talking to Langdon ..... *shotgun cocking sound*

[eureka-its-zico]

Hiii jenn--i just found ur blog during my dr robby rabbit hole and let me tell u LET ME TELL U--RESIDUALS??¡???! *cheff kiss* its so fucking good omg. the yearning, the hurt, the NUANCE OMG.

seriously amazing

AMAZING

Oh my gosh stoppppp!! You’re being so nice to me!! 😫

Thank you so much for being so incredibly kind in writing this to me and taking the time to do it twice to make sure I received it, because tumblr is the king of glitches, I swear. There are so many great Pitt works out right now and it means a lot that you liked my fic so much 😫😫

I know I say this a lot but the YEARNING is so important during this terrible, no good day that Robby is having and adding in the reader, I wanted that yearning of being in love with someone so completely, that it never truly goes away but the unresolved tension and issues still brews under it and it just festers and grows along with each episode and forcing them to confront these issues while dealing with all of this mess is so important to me. It’s this breakdown and rebuilding of a relationship.

I’m excited for you and everyone to see what I’ve done for the opening of this next chapter with Robby. It’s one part I truly enjoyed writing - his yearning and memories and pain. The rest I’m always 50/50 about but the opening…the opening is a vibe I can be happy about lol.

I apologize this reply was so long! But also, I love your icon photo!! I hope you’re having a wonderful day!!!🖤

[indapitt]

alright. my episode 15 live reaction thoughts

they freed my girl mckay!!

• only 6 they coulsnt save out of 112 mci patients is incredible

• dr shen aka dr sass

• dr robby you need to go home and sleep

• robby bringing that dad into the pedes morgue .... GIRL

• langdon. oh langdon. watching him hurts.

• blue guy isn't blue anymore!!

• samira in the elevator looking a little manic and Victoria about to pass out on the bed I'm crying

• "yeah I don't think that's her" - whitaker 😭😭😭😭

• crying after Dana and langdons convo (it took me two hours to watch that scene btw)

• oh mel king my most beloved

• "you're did a REBOA during a massive casualty???" "one of his interns did" 💀

• mckay looking at mohan "girl are you insane we gotta go home"

• DR CASSIE MCKAY MY GOAT

• langdon and robby :(

• Mel's smile after the dad asks to do the spinal tap

• samira breathe please

• oh santos, she wants to help she's just not good w people but she wants to help!

• "im surrounded by med nerds" yeah abbot fell into medicine he didn't pursue it

• YEAH MEL YOU DO THAY SPINAL TAP

• all of their looks after the dad said "she really is a good mom"

• they got doug 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

• THE FORK IN THE NOSE HOLY SHIT

• abbot "uh this has dr shen written all over it"

• DO YOU MIND IF I TAKE A PHOTO ,,, ELLIS ... GIRL

• ope. and there's the samira breakdown.

• samira and mel besties arc plz

• "i dont require much sleep and I have a fast metabolism" 😃 , mel. i adore you.

• Dana. Dana. stop taking your photos down. you're coming back. stop.

• whitaker living in the hospital. oh.

• santos and whitaker are gonna be roomies!!!!

• trinity has a hard exterior but she's so soft on the inside.

• alright jake. whatever.

• mel having to pull herself together to take care of becca. I see you mel. I feel for you.

• mel and becca. oh. the sisters of all time.

• robby and abbot's roof conversation. abbot we love you.

• MYRNA! SHE BACK!

• yes robby take up the therapist offer PLEASE

• the RATS!!

• HE HAS A PROSTHETIC

• "but seriously dont"

• samira shaking out her hair. she wants that cookie so bad.

• and that's the end :(

[ladygeeks]

Ask the most sensitive person you know what’s the one thing countless people have said to them regarding their sensitivity. Ask them what words make them flinch and how hearing it can sometimes cause such a visceral reaction that it makes the whole thing worse. The people who hold a plethora in because they’ll do anything to avoid those words, so instead, we do everything in our power to prevent them. If you haven’t guessed by now, the words are some variation of “You’re too sensitive.” And yet, in The Pitt Season 1, Episode 14, “8:00 P.M.,” the opposite words are used when Dr. Robby tells Mel King that she’s awesome.

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[internetdaddy98]

The Ties That Bind Us - Chapter 36 Final

Previous [Series Masterlist] Content Warning: mentions of medical procedures

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It wasn’t often that the ER staff collectively lost their minds.

Sure, they’d seen cardiac arrests and GSW's and defibrillator explosions (courtesy of that one intern who shall not be named). They'd survived hospital lockdowns and fire drills, a raccoon infestation in Radiology, and even a flash mob that went wrong in the cafeteria.

But nothing — nothing — compared to the arrival of baby Robinavitch-Williams.

Y/N and Robby entered through the ambulance bay doors, both in soft hoodies and jeans, looking like two very exhausted but very proud parents. You had your hair up in a bun that had clearly lost the war with gravity. Robby’s shirt was stained with something suspiciously baby-related.

Wrapped in a soft pink hat and double-layered onesie, baby Daisy slept under the fluorescent lights, perfectly unbothered.

“Oh my God, she’s here!” Dana squealed, bolting out from behind the desk. “Give me that child. I mean—congrats! But also—give me that child.”

You laughed, gently placing baby Daisy into Dana’s arms. “She’s been asleep for three hours, which means we’re due for a breakdown in t-minus ten minutes.”

A crowd was already forming. Nurses. Residents. Even Dr. Abbott from who usually avoided “squishy things” unless they were organs, wandered over with a cautious smile.

“She has Robby’s nose!” one nurse gushed.

“And Y/N’s eyebrows!”

“Lucky kid,” Dana said, cradling Daisy like a practiced aunt. “Born to two ridiculously attractive doctors. She’s gonna have cheekbones sharp enough to perform surgery.”

From across the ER, Mateo yelled, “Robby, your daughter just made finger guns in her sleep. You raising her to be a flirt like you?”

Robby, somehow both flushed and beaming, shrugged. “She came out with attitude. I’m just here to fund her college dreams.”

You leaned on the counter, watching them all dote on your daughter, heart swelling. It wasn’t just pride. It was something else, something deeper. This wasn’t just your job. These weren’t just colleagues.

This was your family.

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The apartment looked like a tornado had been in a head-on collision with a baby boutique.

There were burp cloths on the kitchen table. A pacifier under the TV. A bouncer chair in the hallway. You stepped over a bottle cap, muttering something about starting a museum dedicated to the items you’d found stuck to your socks.

In the center of the living room, Robby was rocking Daisy in his arms like she was made of glass and gold. His eyes were puffy. His hair? Catastrophic. But the way he looked at his daughter made your chest ache.

“You’re supposed to be sleeping,” you murmured, dropping beside him on the couch.

“I tried. But she made this face.” He turned the baby slightly so you could see — a perfect little pout, brows furrowed, the faintest hiccup threatening to rise.

“Oh, the Sad Potato Face,” you said, mock-grave. “Unbeatable.”

“I would give her a kidney if she asked,” Robby said solemnly.

“She just wants boob.”

“Fair. Same.”

You burst into laughter, burying your head in his shoulder. “God, we’re tired.”

“I think I hallucinated earlier. I tried to feed her the TV remote.”

“We’ve officially entered the twilight zone.”

But still, they sat there for an extra hour, watching her breathe, counting her little fingers again like they hadn’t already a thousand times.

And when she finally drifted off again, lips puckered, hands curled at her chin like a sleepy fighter, Robby turned and whispered, “We made a perfect tiny human.”

You kissed his cheek and whispered back, “We really did.”

The last thing you saw before falling asleep that night was Robby asleep in the nursery glider, baby Daisy curled on his chest.

A sight so good, you snapped a blurry picture in the dark. A picture that would end up printed, framed, and sitting on the ER walls for years to come.

Because some miracles come screaming into the world during storms.

And some miracles come sleeping, heartbeats wrapped in lullabies.

-------------------------------------------------------------------- I just wanna say thank to everyone who joined me in this adventure, thank you for the support and loving the story as much as I did writing it <3 There's still so many ideas in my head but we'll see if they make into Tumblr.

[glamorous-egoist]

Episode 15 under the cut…

Before I recap everything I have to say that it’s hard to believe this was 15 hours and not the course of several days so much happened and I can’t wait to see where we end up in season 2. This is an incredible cast of characters and just so many great story lines to come hopefully.

Scott Gemmill and John Wells are truly the best, and I’m so glad to have them back at the helm of a proper medical drama because ER was a pivotal part of my childhood and early adulthood.

Noah Wyle is and will always be my favorite doctor who has the occasional crash out in the ER, but I am so glad he’s back and honestly 34 year old me has as much of crush on him as 9 year old me, that has never changed it seems.

Enough rambling.

First Santos back story, I had a feeling all along that’s what it was, I’m glad she grew on me in the 15 hours of her first day to end with the kindness and compassion of the patient who tried to kill himself. For me? That was the one that hit the hardest, I’ve been where he is, but I’m now where Santos is, so that story was very important to me. I’m glad to see her softening, and I think I can grow to really like her if the risky work with patients lightens up from her. Dr. Ellis seems to be a good match for her as a mentor and I want that back next season, it is important to me.

Also not Santos being kind to Whitaker, I hollered, of course poor Whitaker would be living in the creepy floor, but also the subtle story telling of how he’s been struggling, hours ago he was starving and eating whatever he could get. It was so good to see how that came back around.

King sisters! Ugh Mel my beloved, the spinal tap as her final patient, she was so happy, then her picking up her sister. But the bigger thing is how she has literally had the worst day of her life and then straight into caregiving, been there as well, so another story that hit. But truly I love her so much and I can’t wait to see more, but just so good.

Speaking of the spinal tap, Dr Google mom deserved that and I’m glad Robby got through to the dad. That was very important to me.

Shifting gears the last big story lines:

Abbott and Robby. Two sides of the same coin, Abbott is dealing with his trauma the right way, Robby is barely treading water. The scene being switched in hour 15 was so good, but Abbott is right, he needs help and the 15 hour day from hell was proof of that. I hope next season we see Robby getting help because he’s got some severe ass PTSD this man is held together with gum and cello tape. I hope we see more of that next season.

Robby and Langdon. This was such a throw back scene to Carter in ER just getting it out of the way. Langdon though text book asshole addict behavior, I hope he goes and gets the help because man is he shitty as hell in this situation. Also to come for Robby and the breakdown? Asshole. I hope he does get the help so we can see the fall out of that next season.

Everyone else:

McKay, glad she was given an out, so curious what happens next. Also she seemed to have finally gotten through to David, I really enjoyed that speech at the end.

Mohan, crash out was imminent, I’m glad they showed what that looks like. If you’ve been there, then you know.

Dana my beloved please come back, I love you.

Dr. Shen the utensil specialist, OKAY…

Abbott, of course he has a prosthetic. Would be so curious to hear more about his time in the war.

MYRNA AND THE RATS MAKE THEIR RETURN!

And finally…

For everyone who has followed me, joined me, commented and been around thank you!

I’ve had a blast watching this fandom start and grow and blossom with so many different people from all over.

I’ve been on this site 15 years, and I forgot how fun it is to be at the start of a fandom on it, it’s the real cool part, so thanks!

Well I guess this is see you later?

[ncisladaily]

Max’s clutch drama about a fictitious Pittsburgh hospital and the harried professionals who work inside the emergency room came to a breathless and (mostly) satisfying conclusion Thursday. Some issues have yet to be resolved — like whether Noah Wyle’s Dr. Robby has the mental capacity to continue his thankless job as the attending physician, if Patrick Ball’s Langdon deserves to keep his job and whether Katherine LaNasa’s Dana has worked her last day as the unofficial den mother.

And does Gerran Howell’s Whitaker really know what he’s doing by moving in with Isa Briones’ Santos?

Here, Executive Producer John Wells and EP/Creator R. Scott Gemmill break down the first season and reveal how keeping costs in check wasn’t the main reason for limiting the action to one room (but it boy, it sure helped).

DEADLINE When you were conceiving this show, how much did economics come into play when you were putting the idea together?

R. SCOTT GEMMILL Yes and no. I said the next job I was going to do, I was never going to leave the set. The job can be hard on the crews when you’re out working nights and you’re all over the place. So the thought of doing a stage show was kind of appealing. And then ultimately, we came around to doing a medical show. It was a perfect combination of being in one spot and being able to tell great stories.

DEADLINE John, is it more affordable?

JOHN WELLS Very. But again, that’s not the primary consideration. I think the consideration was how do you actually show what medical professionals, nurses, and doctors are going through now in urban hospitals, in the emergency rooms. We’ve all stayed in contact with a lot of the people who we worked with on ER who were physicians. Noah Wyle just started to be overwhelmed with people letting him know how horrible it was and how many people had died, and this sense that we were going to forget about it somehow. It ended up being very financially advantageous to shoot this way, but it’s also the best way to tell the story. It was about determining what the story was and then realizing that it would actually be a much more financially effective way to shoot it. We live in these smaller worlds, in these smaller spaces. Part of the reaction of the show is it’s a human level show. It exists where we exist. We are going into spaces and meeting people that you meet all day long in your own life. Audiences love both. They want to go to places they’ve never been before. And they also want to be connected to what’s really in their day-to-day life. Again, the economics work out well, but that wasn’t the reason that anybody set out to do this.

DEADLINE There have been so many compliments about The Pitt being realistic. Isn’t that the kind of positive feedback you got on ER?

JOHN WELLS It’s always relative to what else is on or what else people have seen. ER felt extremely real and part of the reason was in the pilot, we shot in a real hospital. When we built the set for the rest of the episodes, we were mimicking the real hospital we had been in and did exactly the same thing we’re doing now, which is a lot of doctors who were involved in the show were on the set and in the writer’s room. So that really makes the difference. But yeah, we absolutely had that reputation on ER.

DEADLINE Viewers appreciated Noah Wyle’s depiction of an ER doctor even more after seeing his mental breakdown. This is, of course, depicted as a weakness on his part. But viewers didn’t care. Is that the reaction you were expecting?

GEMMILL He never dealt with his feelings and the repercussions of Covid. We all have things that we try to stuff down and forget about. Over time, I think as we get older, hopefully we realize that it’s not the best solution. Eventually that stuff will find its way out. In that episode, that’s when Robby found his way out and hopefully now that it’s out, he can learn to deal with it and move on.

WELLS We’re always trying to write complicated human beings. And when you write people in all of their complexity, there are moments at which point they seem like you could classify them as anti-heroes and there other moments when they may seem heroic. You’re never all of one thing, which I think what Scott’s referring to.

DEADLINE What kind of feedback have you been receiving for the show?

GEMMILL We get feedback constantly. I mean, one of the things that we really strive to do here is to involve medical professionals in the process. We talk to them across the board, everything from PTSD specialists to people dealing with the AMA to people dealing with immigration. So when we talk to we always ask what are some of the things that we don’t see? What part of your job isn’t really known to the public? What would you like people to know about your profession?

DEADLINE Is that what happened with the measles storyline? Talk about timing!

WELLS Everybody in the medical profession has been concerned for years about the anti-vaccination …. I would call it a crisis, particularly with children not being vaccinated in sequence. It was just inevitably going to happen. That story was [broken] months ago, as most are. We’re constantly going to trip over these things because we’re asking questions about what people are worried about. And they do happen. We had the same thing happen all the time on The West Wing, where we seemed to be ahead of something that was just happening and we were shooting eight, nine months in advance. But that’s because we’re doing our research with the political professionals and medical professionals who are telling us what they’re worried about and then it shows up.

GEMMILL I think the biggest difference between now is we were never dealing with the level of disinformation that is being disseminated to the public. People trusted their doctors. There may have been some who had the odd misinformation about old wives tales, but it wasn’t like it is now where people are coming in with the whole Dr. Google thing or they’re on these far extreme websites. It’s just rampant. And that’s a big challenge for doctors to try and convince people that what they’re trying to do is help them.

DEADLINE I want to get in the weeds a little bit with some of the plot decisions this season. First off, are there any medical techniques or thingies you created specifically for this show?

WELLS This is kind of a ride along with an emergency physician and his team, so we wanted to show the audience exactly what they see. That involves a lot of what you don’t even really notice now, which is a lot of medical nudity in the sense that there’s nothing lascivious about it. There are the specifics of what the events are and all of the various medical procedures that we’re able to show on streaming, which we were never able to do in the past.

GEMMILL One of the things that we did create, which I think Joe Sachs came up with, was the slap bands for identifying victims in the mass casualties episode. We slapped bands on the patients as they came in, whether they’re red, orange, green, or black and white for those who are dead. In terms of the other stuff, we’re constantly trying to figure out how to do the baby birth and how to do the amniocentesis, but we have a great special effects and makeup team that can basically do anything we dream up.

DEADLINE I’m glad you brought up the baby birth. You went the extra mile on that birth in episode 11. We saw, ahem, a lot.

WELLS It makes for better storytelling. You feel like you’re really there. Every man I know went ‘oh my God’ and every woman I know went, ‘see?’ It’s a real thing. Let’s show what it really is. None of the women were putting their hands up in front of their faces during that scene.

DEADLINE I was kind of expecting a big come-to-Jesus moment in the final episode between Langdon and Santos, but we didn’t get that. Is that a battle to come? Will that ever happen?

GEMMILL Yeah, there’s still some water to be explored between those two. That’s something to look forward to.

DEADLINE When Katherine LaNasa’s Dana got hit, was that based on a story that you heard?

GEMMILL Twenty-seven percent of hospital workers have been subjected to violence or abuse. That’s just a reality. One of the nurses I talked to had her cheek broken and lost a tooth. Everyone has their story. It’s very prolific.

WELLS We live in an angry time. We haven’t recovered from Covid. And also as a country, there’s just a lot of aggression and anger and stress, and it’s been meted out to the medical professionals.

DEADLINE In episode 12, Dr. Abbott is giving blood while working on a patient. Is that something that happened in real life?

GEMMILL I don’t know if that’s ever happened in real life in a hospital. I’m sure it’s happened in a combat situation, but it was a situation where they had no choice, and we put them in that situation, and that seemed to be the only solution. It’s a big gamble, but do you save a life and risk infection or do you lose a life? Maybe we pushed the envelope, but given the circumstances, I would’ve done that and I would’ve asked for forgiveness later.

DEADLINE You didn’t get cutesy this season with any outrageous surgeries until we saw the poor girl with a fork in her nose in the finale. Was that your little Easter egg for those who’ve come to expect this from medical dramas, those nutty cases?

GEMMILL That’s a real story. The original victim was just a toddler. But that would’ve been too hard to do in terms of doing prosthetics on a toddler. But yeah, we have docs on set, and they all have their special stories, and a lot of them have photos to go with it. So we’ve all seen the fork in the nose photo.

WELLS But you want to be careful about it. You don’t want to do too many of those little gags because it does start to feel like the heart getting away during the transplant and scooting across the floor. That doesn’t happen. In that episode, with having them go through so much over the last few hours of the show, I certainly felt like we could afford to have somebody smile.

DEADLINE How’s it felt like creating this hit? Have you stood in front of the mirror and said, ‘Hey, I still got it. I’m still a hitmaker!’

GEMMILL That’s exactly what I did! I would say when you make a show, you just hope it doesn’t suck and you don’t get crucified. The reception has been beyond belief for me, and it’s been just so enjoyable. I can’t even begin to express how happy I am.

WELLS You make shows that you just hope will connect with people. What’s been great is that this show connected so quickly. As an example, we made Shameless and it really didn’t become a hit until its fifth season because it just takes a long time with so many shows in the market. The thing that’s been really gratifying is that a lot of people found The Pitt really quickly, and that to me is a miracle in the world we live in now.